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Chapter 157 The General Is Above (25)

At this time, the boy was being pressed to the ground by several guards, bright red blood was flowing out of the wound on his foot, his eyes changed from innocent and pitiful before, to fierce like a hungry wolf.

Qing Zhou's expression didn't change when he was looked at by such eyes.

She was not in a hurry to interrogate the boy, but waved someone to push him down.

After checking all the people in this group, Qing Zhou walked towards the dungeon unhurriedly.

The dungeon in Yongcheng didn't hold many people at first glance. Although there was a lot of dust inside, there was no other dirt. Qing Zhou walked around some empty cells next to him, and when he turned the corner, he smelled a strong smell of blood. taste.

The four spies who were detected were locked in four cells, and the last man who was over middle-aged is now on trial.

That man was also quite tolerant, even though his body had been wounded in countless dense wounds, he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Seeing Qing Zhou approaching, several jailers who were executing the sentence worked harder.

With the sound of piercing through the air, the whip soaked in salt water hit the man who was tied to the wooden frame.

The wound was torn apart, and the man shivered physiologically due to the pain.

Qingzhou took a few steps forward, looked at it blankly for a while, and said without interest: "Kill it."

The local jailer in Yongcheng let out an "ah" and was a little puzzled by Qing Zhou's order.

This... just killed the person before the trial was over?
"It doesn't look like he knows anything, anyway, there are three more."

While Qing Zhou was talking, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, carefully watching the expression on the man's face.

After she said these words, a look of relief appeared on the man's face.

Qingzhou lowered her eyebrows slightly, and the jailer next to her was about to step forward with a knife, but she suddenly said softly, "Forget it, I'll play again."

jailer:"?"

man:"……"

This kind of person who doesn't talk is worthy of being called a general of Chu State? !
Is this kind of person the general of your state of Chu?
Qingzhou, who was looked at by the man with resentful eyes, was very indifferent, her expression did not change, she stood in front of those torture instruments slowly, and began to choose.

It doesn't look like choosing a horrible instrument of torture, but more like a woman going shopping to choose rouge and powder.

But no one dared to underestimate her.

Qin Yan Wang, a native of the Western Regions, knows better than anyone else.

Qing Zhou chose a finger-thick long whip with barbs, waved it a few times in the air, and then lashed at the man with a blank expression.

What no one saw was that the whip was covered with a faint white light.

The man thought that the whip was no different from that of the prison guards before, but he never thought that there would be a sudden sharp pain in the wound caused by the whip. It was a pain that went deep to the bone marrow, and his teeth were chattering from the pain.

"Ah..." He unconsciously groaned.

The person in front of him showed no mercy, and the second whip followed.

"Ah—" the man finally couldn't help shouting out.

Qing Zhou was still unmoved, and after about seven or eight lashes like this, the man's shouting voice was already hoarse.

In fact, in terms of beating people alone, Qing Zhou is not as good as these jailers, and these jailers are skilled and clever.

But Qing Zhou didn't rely on the strength of the beating to make the man in front of him hurt.

The white light covering the whip had long penetrated into the man's body along the man's wound.

The white light has a powerful destructive power, and the pain that penetrates the bone cannot be compared with a simple injury to the flesh.

(End of this chapter)